I am not an author by profession, but I have been a novelist since I was 16 years old.  I wrote my first book with a No. 2 pencil on wide-ruled paper.  When it was done, I recorded myself narrating it.  (What I wouldn’t give, 22 years later, to have that little DIY book-on-tape!)  My father passed the recording along to a marketing company that once represented a best-selling fantasy author.  Shortly after, I got a call.  Type it up, and we’ll talk.

Six months later, I hand delivered a 400-page manuscript printed on dot-matrix paper.  That day I met the man who would become my first editor.   I have never forgotten his first thoughts on my novel. Well, you can’t write, but you have some great ideas, so if you are willing to leave your pride at the door, I’ll teach you. For the next hour, he marked up four pages of my manuscript all to hell and back, then asked if I understood what he had done, what I needed to change. When I told him I did, he said, “Good, then go home, and do the same thing to rest of the novel.”  Six months later, I presented him with a shiny new edited manuscript…which he marked all to hell and back again.  Four more pages bled, and I went home to do the same to the rest.

This editing and re-writing dance went on for a year or more.  I graduated high school and started college; the marketing company folded, and life happened.  Diane and I both got older, though she had the good sense to stop aging at 21.  At some point in my early twenties, I decided to do a total re-write of that first novel to embrace subjects I only hinted at as a young adult, namely sex and obsession. In the rare downtime between building a career, getting married and starting a family, I stripped that version down to its bones and re-wrote it again, this time exploring new ways for my villains to be, well, vile.  The end result is Blood Toy.  

This is the first of three books, maybe four, in the series.  Just to be clear, Blood Toy and its successors are not paranormal romance.  Urban Fantasy?  Thriller?  Sure.  Erotica?  There is that.  Twisted?  Well, they don’t make a genre for that, but…hell, yes.  And I can’t wait for you to read it!



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